Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Keeper of the Keys
Harrylookedupatthegiant. Hemeanttosaythankyou,butthewordsgotlostonthewaytohismouth, andwhathesaidinsteadwas, "Whoareyou?"
Thegiantchuckled.
"True,Ihaven’tintroducedmeself. RubeusHagrid,KeeperofKeysandGroundsatHogwarts."
Heheldoutanenormoushand andshookHarry’swholearm.
"Whataboutthatteathen,eh?" hesaid,rubbinghishandstogether. "I’dnotsaynotersummatstrongerifyeh’vegotit,mind."
Hiseyesfellontheemptygratewiththeshriveledchipbagsinit andhesnorted.Hebentdownoverthefireplace; theycouldn’tseewhathewasdoing butwhenhedrewbackasecondlater,therewasaroaringfirethere. Itfilledthewholedamphutwithflickeringlight andHarryfeltthewarmthwashoverhimasthoughhe’dsunkintoahotbath.
Thegiantsatbackdownonthesofa, whichsaggedunderhisweight, andbegantakingallsortsofthingsoutofthepocketsofhiscoat: acopperkettle,asquashypackageofsausages,apoker,ateapot,severalchippedmugs, andabottleofsomeamberliquidthathetookaswigfrombeforestartingtomaketea. Soonthehutwasfullofthesoundandsmellofsizzlingsausage. Nobodysaidathingwhilethegiantwasworking, butasheslidthefirstsixfat,juicy,slightlyburntsausagesfromthepoker, Dudleyfidgetedalittle. UncleVernonsaidsharply, "Don’ttouchanythinghegivesyou,Dudley."
Thegiantchuckleddarkly.
